StateOfMind
Liberty or Death
- Apr 30, 2020
- 1,195
The closer I get to committing suicide the happier I get.
And when it comes down to it I feel too happy to commit.
Was just on another round of trainspotting and the circumstances could not have been better.
Mild, dry and stormy weather with a great moon shinning through the clouds.
The strong winds brushing though my hoodie and cooling my pits as I raised my arms into crucifixion figure while having the gusts gently carry me to my destination.
After only five minuets of calmly walking through the blusterers gales I arrived at the platform.
I try to ignore the cameras as I ponder down, straight and back up the stairs as I go the short tunnel where the only "graffiti" is a technical inscription above am info plate that happens to read my exact birth date.
I light up a smoke, pace back and forth and go through all the reasons I want to die.
Lost in my thoughts..
..to my surprise the signal light comes on and changes from from orange to white.
I face a away from the incoming direction and rely on my ears to hear the liberation train coming in.
The sound of those tracks squealing as the fast moving machinery approaches feels like both bliss and terror.
I think to myself: "Nah, life is not so bad and anyway I'm interested to see how people on SS reacted to my recent posts".
What is this curse? lol
And when it comes down to it I feel too happy to commit.
Was just on another round of trainspotting and the circumstances could not have been better.
Mild, dry and stormy weather with a great moon shinning through the clouds.
The strong winds brushing though my hoodie and cooling my pits as I raised my arms into crucifixion figure while having the gusts gently carry me to my destination.
After only five minuets of calmly walking through the blusterers gales I arrived at the platform.
I try to ignore the cameras as I ponder down, straight and back up the stairs as I go the short tunnel where the only "graffiti" is a technical inscription above am info plate that happens to read my exact birth date.
I light up a smoke, pace back and forth and go through all the reasons I want to die.
Lost in my thoughts..
..to my surprise the signal light comes on and changes from from orange to white.
I face a away from the incoming direction and rely on my ears to hear the liberation train coming in.
The sound of those tracks squealing as the fast moving machinery approaches feels like both bliss and terror.
I think to myself: "Nah, life is not so bad and anyway I'm interested to see how people on SS reacted to my recent posts".
What is this curse? lol